Page 10 of Emperor of Corruption
I’ve always been appreciative of men who make noises in the bedroom. Grunts, groans, and moans are methods of praise that work wonders on me. No matter how horrific or nonconsensual my current predicament is, Killian’s sounds have some impact on me.
Finish him off and get out fast, Lyra.
When he applies pressure on my head, hinting for me to take him deeper, that’s what I do. It’s a challenge; his girth activates my gag reflex as soon as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I try to pull off, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he forces me down farther, until he’sinmy throat.
It fucking hurts. My eyes water, I gag again, but Killian is as merciless as I suspected he’d be. He starts controlling all of my movements, tightening his grip on my hair even more as he guides me up and down his length, heedless of my resistance. My hands slap at his thighs, but he doesn’t stop or slow down; if anything, his cock grows harder in my mouth.
He is the epitome of depravity andwrongness. He is everything that’s foul in this world.
And in this moment, I’m helpless against him.
He forces me down over half his length. Instinctively, I wrap a hand around his base to try to give my poor throat a break from having to take him any deeper, and this seems to please him. He lets me off his cock just long enough for me to inhale a precious breath, and then jams half of it down my throat again.
I start jerking off his remaining length, using my spit as lubricant. I’ll doanythingin my power to make this end sooner.
My efforts pay off, but unfortunately, they make Killian even more zealous. He starts thrusting up each time he presses me down, growlingwith approval, and his noises grow in loudness and deepen in pitch. After several infinite minutes, his cock starts to pulse.He’s close, thank fuck. I tighten my suction until it makes my cheeks ache and jerk him off with such vigor I’m amazed it isn’t painful.
“Fuck,” he growls, and forces me so far down his shaft, I gag over and over again, completely losing control of my body. His cock jerks and pulses, and I feel ropes of liquid shoot down my throat. As soon as he releases me, nauseaalmostwins out. I fall back on my ass, clapping a hand over my mouth as I heave several times, praying to God I don’tactuallystart vomiting.
It takes a while for my nausea to recede, but it thankfully does. As soon as I regain my bearings, I glance at Killian. He’s reclined on the couch, chest rising and falling with harsh breaths, eyes glazed over with pleasure, forehead glistening with a fine sheet of sweat. He looks so attractive it’s fuckingcruel.
Killian King is an apex predator for a multitude of reasons, but his beauty is what truly makes him dangerous. It’s easy to fall into the sweet trap he spins for the rest of the world because he’s poised, gorgeous, charismatic, and powerful… and now, I’ve seen the monster that hides under the veil.
Anger sparks in my chest, lighting a fire within me. I know I’m significantly less powerful than him, but I willruinhim. Ihaveto, after what he’s done to me—I have to find justice for myself and for any other woman he’s done this to. For all the people he’s doubtlessly harmed or fucked over, sexually or otherwise.
“That was—” Killian gives his head a shake. “I haven’t come that hard in years.”
“Been a while since you raped someone, then?” I seethe.
Killian’s features sharpen. His eyes fixate on me, glimmering with indignance.At my suggestion that he’s a rapist?Is he really so deludedthat he can’t see what he’s just done to me? I pegged Killian as someone who’s self-aware, even though he lies to the world, but maybe I was wrong.
“I already told you, I’ve never forced a woman… before now.” He cocks his head to the side, examining me. “You don’t believe me.”
“Why would I?”
“Because I don’t lie without reason or motivation. You’ve seen who I am now, so why would I lie?”
“To prevent me from searching out everyone you’ve done this to and encouraging them to file a class action lawsuit against you for sexual abuse?”
Killian’s eyes narrow. “Do you really still think that you’ll be able to publish any sort of negative article about me without repercussions? Do you think my associates in the newspapers would ever let that article see the light ofday?” he scoffs. “I thought you were smarter than that.”
“I thought you weren’t this disgustingly cruel,” I retort, wiping the cum and spit from my lips and the tears from under my eyes. “I suppose we were both wrong.”
“I’mneverwrong.” Killian leans forward, tucking his cock away. I think that means he’s done with me, at least sexually. Maybe he’ll let me go home now, where I can lick my wounds, cry over the traumatic events of tonight, and then start planning. “Come here.”
“I want to go home.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you want.Come here.”
I snap. His entitlement, greed, cruelty—everything about him sets me over the edge. “I gave you what you wanted!” I shout. “Let me go the fuckhome!”
He appears bored with my outburst. He gazes at me impassively for several moments, then asks, “Are you done?”
“Yes, I’m done here. You got what you wanted. You’ve cowed me with your mighty powers of ignoring consent.Let me go.”
He seems to actually consider it for a few moments, then shakes his head. “Not yet. Come here, Lyra, or this is going to get a lot worse for you. Keep struggling against me, and I’ll be ready for round two in no time.”
“You’resick.”
